“I will never, ever regret the things I’ve done. Because most days, all you have are places in your memory that you can go to.”

Nobody fights you like your own sister; nobody else knows the most vulnerable parts of you and will aim for them without mercy.

The only thing Jess really cared about were those two children and letting them know they were okay. Because even if the whole world was throwing rocks at you,

…I told him a story of two people. Two people who shouldn’t have met, and who didn’t like each other much when they did, but who found they were the only two people in the world who could possibly have understood each other.

A man who has always loved you and, to his detriment, suspects he always will.

Some mistakes… Just have greater consequences than others. But you don’t have to let the result of one mistake be the thing that defines you.

You’ve done nothing, been nowhere. How do you have the faintest idea what kind of person you are?”

There is a hunger in you. A fearlessness. You just buried it, like most people do.

Oh, Clark,if you had any idea what I want to do to you right now.And I…i can’t live with that knowledge. I can’t. It’s Not who I am. I can’t be the kind of man who just…accepts.

And it was suddenly very simple: There was no choice.

But don’t blame me for the food. My wife knows a hundred and one ways to incinerate a cow, and as far as I can tell she’s still experimenting.

The thing about being catapulted into a whole new life–or at least, shoved up so hard against someone else’s life that you might as well have your face pressed against their window.

Do I do this to you?, he wondered, as he watched her eat. Or is this just the relief of being out from under the forbidden eye of that husband of yours?

I can’t do this because I can’t…I can’t be the man I want to be with you. And that means that this – this just becomes…another reminder of what I am not.

And then you walk into a room one day, whether it’s at university or an office or some kind of club, and you just go, ‘Ah. There they are.’ And suddenly you feel at home.

Do you know how hard it is to say nothing? When every atom of you strains to do the opposite?

Much to my own surprise, I got through it. And life…well, gradually became livable again.

I like smartasses, because I can be smartass back and rashy.

One can only pour out of a jug that which is in it.

Mama always taught her children that words were pretty, but anyone can talk. She said, pay attention to that man or woman who acted, who did, who performed. She taught us to trust in thing we could see, not that we heard.

Live so that you can at least get the benefit of the doubt.

A man is the sum of his actions, of what he has done, of what he can do, Nothing else.

I can’t tell you what art does and how it does it, but I know that often art has judged the judges, pleaded revenge to the innocent and shown to the future what the past suffered, so that it has never been forgotten.

When people tell me I can’t do something, I have a visceral reflex to say, ‘Yes, I can.’

The hardest thing is to take less when you can get more.